Monday, September 28, 2020

SUNSETS AND SOMEDAYS by S.L. Sterling #Release Day Blitz

Today we have the release day blitz for SUNSETS AND SOMEDAYS, a 425 Madison Ave book! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!

Title: Sunsets and Somedays

Author: S.L. Sterling

Series: 425 Madison Ave

About Sunsets and Somedays:

Ben   I know why I lost her. I was too serious. I was too practical. I was grounded when I should’ve been dreaming about forever with Jess.   Over time, this wore on her, all her big exciting ideas and all the ways I shut them down. No wonder she handed me my ring back and left town. No wonder she hadn’t been back in ten years. No wonder she’d married someone else, leaving me with memories of sunsets at the beach and the somedays we planned for the future we’d never live.   So, I built a lift without her. My father and I opened the second division of Sunset Builders in New York, and to my surprise, I stayed busy, almost busy enough not to notice the loneliness.   While I was on a job site, my little sister booked an appointment with a woman who lived on Madison Avenue. A quick bathroom and kitchen remodel, she’d said. I should have asked more questions because when I arrived and the door opened memories came flooding back.   Jessica had returned. If I’d learned anything in her absence it was that anything worth doing was worth being done well, and anything worth having was worth fighting for. Maybe by the time the condo was done, Jessica would give me a second chance.   Jessica   All those years ago, Ben had been right to try to keep me grounded. I should’ve listened. The falls didn’t hurt as bad that way.   Instead, I wanted a bigger life in a bigger place and I never appreciated the beauty of living in a small town with a huge support system. So, I left town without so much as a goodbye chasing a silly dream. I alienated myself, moved to a strange city where I knew no one, and chased after something that took me down a dark path.   I married the man who promised me the sun, moon, and stars, but delivered blinding blows. Sometimes, I thought I’d die before I escaped the nightmare. I knew my only way out would be to run...again. This took more years than I could count. Years of me squirreling away money, and years of me hiding in the dark so that no one would see my bruised face in the light of day.   Then my grandfather died. He left me money and a gorgeous condo in New York. While my husband was away on a month-long trip, my best friend drove me to New York. My plan: to upgrade the condo, sell it, and leave my current life behind.   Little did I know when I had called contractors to get some quotes that Ben would show up on my doorstep. He swore we could make more dreams real, but this time I was the grounded one. This time, I could only see how it would never work. I’d made too many mistakes. Love was terrifying. And I never wanted to tie myself to anyone ever again.   After all, 425 Madison is the perfect place to fall in love.

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Exclusive Excerpt:

I slowly opened the envelope and pulled out a thick stack of papers. On top sat some beautiful images of Jessica, which I flipped through slowly, taking them in. "These are amazing pictures of you. It was nice of them to send them to you. I love this one," I said, holding up what I thought was one of the best shots of her. "Yeah, they are great, but that isn't all they sent me," she said, the excitement building in her voice. She reached over and pulled the images off the thick pile of paperwork, producing what looked to be a contract. "Two weeks ago, they called and presented me with an enormous opportunity, and here it is! All in black and white." She squealed. "I waited to tell you until I got the paperwork." I began reading the letter that sat on top. Words like contract, New York, California, moving. They were the ones that jumped out at me, and I felt my chest getting tight at the thought of her going away. I swallowed hard. "What does all this mean, Jessica?" "It means they are offering me a modeling contract in the big city, Ben. It's my dream come true. I'll get to model and see the sights, and I am so excited that I wanted to share this with you in our special place." "What did your parents say?" I asked as I sat there trying to focus and re-read the letter, but it did little good, so I started flipping through the bundle of paperwork. "They were angry. Furious, actually," she said, picking at one of her nails. "Are... Are you going to go?" I asked. I could feel tightness in my chest that hadn't been there before, but now that I'd asked her the question, it didn't seem to want to let up. "Well, I thought that perhaps you would want to go with me. I'm sure my parents would feel better about it if you were with me. Plus, there is so much opportunity out there, and it would only be for a little while. I mean, the contract is only for a year. I want you to go with me." My stomach hurt at the thought of her leaving me, and it was getting harder and harder for me to breathe. It reminded me of the time that I had gotten tackled in one of my high school football games. The guy had come charging at me and knocked me flat on my ass. I hadn't even seen him coming. When we collided, I went flying, and when I landed, he had knocked the air right out of me. This was no different. She had tackled me, just differently.  

About S.L. Sterling:

USA Today Bestselling Author S.L. Sterling was born and raised in southern Ontario. She now lives in Northern Ontario Canada with her two dogs, and is married to her best friend and soul mate. An avid reader all her life, S.L. Sterling dreamed of becoming an author. She decided to give writing a try after one of her favorite authors launched a course on how to write your novel. This course gave her the push she needed to put pen to paper and her debut novel "It Was Always You" was born. When S.L. Sterling isn't writing or plotting her next novel she can be found curled up with a cup of coffee, blanket and the newest romance novel from one of her favorite authors. In her spare time, she enjoys camping, hiking, sunny destinations, spending quality time with family and friends and of course reading.    

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Sunday, September 27, 2020

Emergency Powers by James McCrone Tour & #Giveaway

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Emergency Powers

by James McCrone

on Tour October 1-31, 2020

Synopsis:

Emergency Powers by James McCrone

The accidental president is no accident. The investigation that was FBI Agent Imogen Trager’s undoing may be the key to stopping a brutal, false flag terrorist attack meant to tighten a puppet president’s grip on power.

Emergency Powers will delight mystery and thriller fans (“Great for fans of Brad Meltzer, David Baldacci.” -Publishers Weekly) And politics junkies will enjoy the ripped-from-the-headlines urgency. But it’s about more than the headlines. And darker. A story of corruption and redemption, achieved at enormous personal cost, featuring FBI Agent Imogen Trager: “a memorable protagonist—as tough as she is smart.” (Kirkus Review)  Indeed, "Three tough female characters steal the show: FBI agents Vega, Sartain, and Trager. Overall, the power dynamics of these women...are something special.” (T. LIEBERMAN, Independent Book Review)

As the story begins, Imogen is haunted—and sidelined—by a case she couldn’t solve. When the president dies in office, she knows that the conspiracy she chased down a blind alley still has life in it—and she needs to get back in the hunt. As bodies pile up and leads go cold, the main target from that old case reaches out to her. He’s still at large, and now he needs protection. Imogen doesn’t trust him, and it’s not only because he’s offering intel that sounds too good to be true. He’s already tried to kill her once.

Set in D.C., Seattle and small town America, Emergency Powers is a story of corruption and redemption, achieved at enormous personal cost.

“A high-stakes political thriller that feels so chillingly true, you pray it’s not”—TOM STRAW, seven-time NYT bestselling author, as Richard Castle

"RECOMMENDED” - Kate Robinson, US Review of Books

“Compelling, heart-pounding and thoroughly intriguing…”— STEPHEN MACK JONES, August Snow, Lives Laid Away

“Keen portraits of true patriotism—and the courage that drives it.” —  ART TAYLOR, The Boy Detective & The Summer of ’74

Book Details:

Genre: Suspense-Thriller
Published by: James McCrone
Publication Date: October 1, 2020
Number of Pages: 300
ISBN: 9780999137727 (9780999137734)
Series: An Imogen Trager Thriller
Purchase Links: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Bookshop.org | Goodreads

Read an excerpt:

Friday, March 10

Seattle, Washington

1

Just before 5am, FBI Agent Imogen Trager gave a low growl and reached for the phone, buzzing officiously on the nightstand. She sat on the edge of the bed she shared with Duncan Calder, glowering at it as her eyes focused in the dark. Fixing a strand of red hair behind her ear, she scrolled through texts and posts from colleagues and friends. Her anger turned from dismay to sickening fear.

“Duncan!” She shook him awake and handed him the phone. He sat up and took it, scanning the news, instantly awake.

Imogen rose and picked her way to the living room in the dark where she turned on the television. The piercing glare of the screen stung the murky Northwest morning. Some 3,700 miles away, Vice President Robert Moore approached a phalanx of microphones, manfully fighting back tears:

“My fellow Americans,” he said, “it is my sad duty to confirm that Diane Redmond, the President of the United States, is dead.”

Bob Moore, a towering figure in person, looked small on screen, standing in the rain under a canopy of black umbrellas at the entrance to Walter Reed Medical Center. Duncan joined Imogen in the darkness, and she reached for his hand.

They stared, dumbfounded, as Moore continued: “Her doctors have informed me”—here he paused to clear his throat—“that the cause of death is believed to be a heart attack; that it was sudden and fatal. A full autopsy is underway, and it will give us a clearer picture. Our prayers go out to her family and loved ones.

“The Chief Justice has administered the Oath of Office to me here in the presence of cabinet members and hospital staff. The preservation of our great nation’s interests, its security and the continuity of government are assured.”

Duncan turned to Imogen: “Is it starting again?”

“I don’t think it ever stopped,” she brooded, her green eyes smoldering. “We failed. We didn’t cut the head off the snake.” Fury rose within her, sharp and raw like nausea.

Duncan handed her back the phone. It continued buzzing as reporters swarmed, asking for a quote from her as the public and photogenic face of the Faithless Elector investigation. She’d learned her lesson there and declined each call.

Their texted questions—the ones she bothered to read—were, as usual, off the mark: Would the Faithless Elector task force be revived to look into the President’s death? Would unanswered questions from the investigation strengthen or weaken support for the new President? Regarding the first: the task force was alive, if not well, she thought, and at any rate, she’d be one of the last to know about any official changes or developments. As to the second: Take a fucking a poll.

None of them asked the real questions—the ones she needed answered: Was this the final move of the conspiracy she had chased madly into a blind alley? If so, how had the dark network assassinated a President inside the White House? Who was moving the pieces, and what were the next moves? Most pressing: How would she get herself back in the hunt? From her phone, she deleted the draft email bearing the resignation she had planned to send on Monday morning.

Dawn was still some two hours away as Calder sat down on the couch next to her. “So you won’t be resigning, I take it,” he observed.

“No,” she said, not looking up from her notebook.

“How will you begin?”

She looked up. “We were digging in the wrong place. I’m going to go back over the associates and links we’ve established, see where or how any of them point at Bob Moore.”

“So Moore digging, eh?” he quipped.

Imogen sighed. She loved him, but how was he able to have distance at a moment like this? she wondered. She eyed him wearily. “Duncan, I’m going to get stonewalling from Nettie at the office about this new direction. I’m—”

He held up a hand. “What will you do?” He looked at her notebook. “And who’s Carla?”

“I’m going back to the data.”

“You’ve gotten nowhere with that,” said Calder acidly.

“Because we were looking at it in relation to other actors. Not Moore. And Carla’s not a who, but a what—short for ‘CARLA F BAD’: Character, Associates, Reputation, Loyalty, Ability, Finances, Bias, Alcohol, Drugs. It’s what you look at in a security clearance, among other things. It helps define spheres of influence and interaction. The disclosure dossiers on the men who’ve been working directly under Moore will have looked precisely at these CARLA factors. And I want to look at them, too. And his associates. So I’ll go backward, this time with Moore in mind. I want to look at his campaign finances. Who funded him early on in the race? Who else was involved or associated? Maybe something jumps out at me. Maybe that’ll point me in a direction.”

“It’s a lot of maybes, ’Gen.” He scratched at his iron gray hair.

“It’s where I’ll start. There’s always a gap in the armor somewhere. The really hard part is that I can’t just request materials the regular way through regular channels without telegraphing what I’m trying to do.”

“Or looking like you’re still part of the Faithless Elector case.”

She nodded and looked at him uncertainly. “And…I think I should cut this weekend short, if I can get a flight back to D.C.”

“I’m wondering what you’re still doing here,” he said.

Imogen leaned in and kissed him.

On the East Coast it was early morning, but across much of the country the sun was still not up. In the darkness, the announcement of Redmond’s death in office set off a series of moves seemingly unconnected and largely unremarked, as pawns were sacrificed and battle pieces were moved into place for the final gambit.

Rocky Mountains

Snow lit by headlights split the darkness, blinding the Highway patrolman who waited for the tow truck to pull out a car buried in the snow. Working in the dark about 14 miles west-by-southwest of Aspen, Colorado, the tow truck was having a difficult time dragging the car out. In what must have been whiteout conditions, the car had plunged through a guardrail and into the ravine.

As the patrolman stood at the side of the road waiting for the winch operator to do his work, he took off his right glove to read an alert on his phone. Speechless, he watched the news clip of now-President Moore at the hospital. Bewildered, numb—and not just from the cold—he stared over the still-dark, bleak expanse of mountains.

“Damn,” said the winch operator, breaking the patrolman’s reverie. The contorted steel shell of a car came into view and slowly ascended backwards up the steep hill. “You guys close Route 82 for more than half the year. Maybe you should think about closing this one, too.”

“We serve and protect,” the patrolman countered. “We can’t protect them from their own stupidity.”

Maricopa, California

Ninety-five miles northwest of Los Angeles, near Bakersfield, west of where the lush groves of San Emidio return to desert, police had responded to a call reporting shots fired.

The bodies of four men lay strewn around the living room and kitchen of a battered, double-wide trailer home, victims of an apparent drug deal gone bad. Even before forensics got to work, it was obvious the house had been used as a meth lab. An acrid stench burned the eyes and throats of the responding officers, who quickly backed out and awaited the Kern County forensics team.

As two officers sat in a squad car in the dark guarding the site, news reached them of the death of the president. They watched Moore at Walter Reed on the lieutenant’s phone. The death of these four drug dealers now seemed even less important. Desultorily, they searched the onboard police computer for information about the four corpses. Two of them had arrest records, known agitators and members of a border vigilante group.

“Right,” the lieutenant said to the patrolman. “Illegally funded law and order.”

“For some,” the officer added.

In Seattle, Imogen packed her bags, while fewer than six miles away but as blind to one another as opposite sides of the same coin, a sleek Eclipse 500 jet touched down at Boeing Field. The light jet taxied rapidly in the damp winter darkness, coming to an abrupt stop on a dimly lit portion of the tarmac at the north end of the field.

The hiss of its engines became a plaintive whistle as the doors popped open and two young men, Dan Cardoso and Eric Janssen, ran down the steps. They immediately turned round and helped close the stairs. But for this gesture of help, anyone witnessing their arrival—and no one did—might have mistaken them for two young executives returning from a casual outing.

Its doors sealed once more, the small jet in the tan-on-beige livery of Flintlock Industries, pushed on, the whistle of its engines discordantly climbing the scale as it taxied away. Cardoso and Janssen walked toward their cars parked just outside a chain link fence, fist-bumping as they separated at the gate.

“See you April 20,” Janssen said.

Cardoso gave a thumbs-up as he turned away. Though the tarmac was deserted, the bravado exchange was a crucial performance. They had each been schooled in the need for watchfulness—especially of one another. Any sign of dissent, hint of doubt or fading spirit should be reported.

Alone for the first time in more than 24 hours, each man allowed himself to think about what had just happened. On orders, they’d dispatched the members of a cell near Bakersfield, California, much like their own, though a failing one according to their handler. Although they had kept their misgivings to themselves, each had arrived at the same conclusion: when given a list of people marked for death, the quickest way to get your name added to the list was to refuse or even question the job. Each ruminated on the final step to come, and whether they would receive their just, or their eternal, reward.

Before their cars were started, and as Imogen zipped her suitcase closed, the light jet was in the air, headed east to another rendezvous.

2

Reactions to the death of the President were swift across the nation and the political spectrum. Imogen, now waiting at the airport gate, had inadvertently seated herself between two television monitors, each tuned to a different 24-hour news channel. They faced each other, across her and the political divide. At times, they seemed to be arguing with each other, and she found herself glancing back and forth like someone watching a tennis match. Travelers congregated silently at screens large and small throughout the terminal.

The remarkable unanimity of official emotion on television and across social media made it seem that everyone in Washington had been issued the same talking points memo: Redmond was praised for her “integrity,” her “dignity” and “strength,” each promising to uphold the unity she had embodied and to deliver on her legacy while offering support to Moore. There were, Imogen noted, still a few unfilled cabinet positions left. Snapchat, she mused tartly, seemed like a better venue for all the disposable preening and jockeying.

The news was rife with speculation about what had befallen President Redmond, and what a new Moore administration might look like. Between the two televisions and along the political spectrum, while politicians hewed to their “unity in adversity” tropes, the talking heads seemed to be going through their own peculiar stages of grief: conservative hosts, when not in denial about the larger implications, presented with over-modulated anger; whereas mainstream pundits registered shock and dismay, their interviews with Democratic leaders manifesting pain, and above all bargaining. Only religious leaders seemed to have progressed to acceptance and hope, anointing Moore as one demonstrably chosen by Providence. In all cases, speculation was rampant, and there were no facts in evidence, save the obvious—Redmond was dead and Moore was president.

Bob Moore was taciturn by nature, the pundits opined. He had a reputation for bloodless pronouncements, heavy on procedure and mindful of every political angle, earning him the ironic nickname “ad lib Bob.” But on the campaign trail, and during the contested fight for the Presidency, they noted, he had been a different man. All dispassion spent, he became a man of conviction. It remained to be seen, the pundits agreed, as to which version of Moore would prevail now that he was President.

***

Excerpt from Emergency Powers by James McCrone. Copyright 2020 by James McCrone. Reproduced with permission from James McCrone. All rights reserved.

 

 

Author Bio:

James McCrone

James McCrone has a Master of Fine Arts degree from the University of Washington, in Seattle. He’s a member of Crime Writers of America (NY Chapter), Sisters in Crime (DE-Valley Chapter), Int’l Assoc. of Crime Writers, Philadelphia Dramatists Center and Int’l Thriller Writers.

He's the author of Faithless Elector and Dark Network, the first two Imogen Trager "Noirpolitik" suspense-thrillers about a stolen presidency. The third Imogen Trager thriller, EMERGENCY POWERS, is due out in late September, 2020. His short story, "Numbers Don't Lie" will appear in the anthology Low Down Dirty Vote, Vol.2 (M. Berry, ed.), out on July 4, 2020.

A Pacific Northwest native, he now lives in Philadelphia with his wife and three adult children.

James's work explores characters pitted against forces larger than themselves. Both on an off the page, he's fascinated with politics and issues of social responsibility and justice.

Catch Up With James McCrone:
JamesMcCrone.com, Chosen Words Blog, Goodreads, BookBub, Instagram, Twitter, & Facebook!

 

 

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Aaru Dante's Path by David Meredith (The Aaru Cycle, #3)


Aaru Dante's Path
by David Meredith

My rating: 5 stars

Series: The Aaru's Cycle - Book 3
Publisher : Bowker (September 10, 2020)
Genre: Urban Fantasy | Science Fiction
Print Length : 479 pages
Available from: Amazon | Barnes & Noble

 

The virtual paradise of Aaru is destroyed. The lords and ladies are overthrown. Most of the Vedas are captured, and Magic Man’s dark creation, Hel rules with an iron fist, exacting her horrible revenge.


Arch Veda Rose is afraid it’s all her fault. While the defeated lords and ladies sequester themselves in the impregnable tree-fortress of Yggdrasil, Rose decides it is up to her to make things right. Together she, and her bitter rival Matteus decide to work together to secretly infiltrate Hel’s Kingdom of Dis and rescue their tormented friends.


At the same time, Koren has struggles of her own, mourning the untimely death of her father and separation from her sister Rose even as the corrupt megachurch pastor, Benjamin Belial, inserts himself deeper and deeper into her life, affairs, and family, and public opinion turns increasingly against Elysian Industries. Though worlds apart, both sisters must traverse a proverbial Dante’s Path with no guarantee of success or survival. 

Aaru Dante's Path by David Meredith


David Meredith has outdone himself with the third book in his Aaru series. DANTE’S PATH is a true testament to this author’s talent as he takes us back into his virtual reality afterlife.

Computers are deeply entrenched in our lives and one company found a way to place the consciousness of a deceased person into a virtual reality. Something has been happening in that world. It is being destroyed by a dark entity who has created an anti-heroine, Hel who now rules with an iron fist fueled by the poison of revenge.

Rose must team up with Matteus, her bitter enemy, to free those held by Hel and return their virtual world to the paradise it was meant to be. Can they muster the strength to out match Hel and the Magic Man? Who IS the Magic Man and how has he infiltrated this world? How can he be stopped? Who is Hel? What has tormented and twisted her?

Koren has had to face traumas of her own in the real world. Her life has become a nightmare, a train wreck out of control. Without the support of each other, sisters Rose and Koren must each find a way to the truth.

Brilliant science fiction that readers will get lost in! Characters that come alive, a story that will have readers on the edge of their seats and that “what if” factor that makes this fantasy seem far too possible. Fresh, well-written, masterful world-building and non-stop action that allows our imaginations to run free! David Meredith is a master of his craft!

I received a complimentary copy from David Meredith! This is my honest and voluntary review.


One Night with a Duke by Erica Ridley


One Night with a Duke
by Erica Ridley

My rating: 5 stars

Series: 12 Dukes of Christmas - Book 10
Publisher : WebMotion (October 9, 2020)
Genre: Historical Romance
Print Length : 188 pages
Available from: Amazon | Barnes & Noble

 

Dashing Scot Jonathan MacLean never returns to the same town twice. The happy-go-lucky philanthropist seeks constant adventure… and is desperate to outrun his past. When a blizzard traps him in a tiny mountaintop village, he meets a woman who tempts him with dreams he'd long since abandoned: Home. Community. Love. But other people’s livelihoods depend on him leaving for good as soon as the snow melts.

Talented jeweler Angelica Parker has spent her life fighting for recognition. She's Black, she's a woman, and she will prove her creations are the equal to any artisan in England. With a contract anchoring her in place for seven years, she lands the project of a lifetime. There's no room for error—or distractions. Such as the charming drifter whose warm embrace and melting kisses have become more precious than jewels...

Welcome to a heartwarming series of fun Regency romps nestled in a picturesque snow-covered village. After all, nothing heats up a winter night quite like finding oneself in the arms of a duke!

One Night with a Duke by Erica Ridley

If I ever entertain going back in time, I want to go back to Erica Ridley’s Cressmouth where there are women who stand against the norm, make their own lives and deal with the consequences, if any! In this warm and heartfelt tale, Angelica, a gifted jeweler who bravely signed a contract that would control her life for seven years, she has made a name for herself, in spite of her race and the fact she is a woman. All was going well until Jonathan MacLean steps into her shop and her life, churning emotions she never dreamed of having time for.

Quirky, clownish, yet clearly intelligent, Jonathan is like a breath of fresh air coming on with hurricane force winds. What has driven this man to live the life of a good-hearted nomad? What dark secrets is he hiding?

Has love come to Cressmouth again when one least expects it? How can a woman firmly rooted in her livelihood and passion tame a footloose wanderer? How does the dashing wanderer bring a bit of adventure into the serious business woman’s life?

ONE NIGHT WITH A DUKE could be one of Erica Ridley’s best romances yet! Light-hearted at times, heart-melting at others, another fun read in the town where the magic of love abounds!

I received a complimentary ARC edition from WebMotion!


2120 by Aithal (The Galaxy Series, #4)


2120
by Aithal

Series: The Galaxy Series - Book 4
Publisher : Season Ball (September 22, 2020)
Print Length : 154 pages
Available from: Amazon

 

Americans today face a toxic mix of COVID-19, a polarized political environment, a sometimes-violent racial upheaval, and climate-change induced natural disasters. And when you add severe constraints to man’s natural urges for exploring new lands and experiences, not to mention flights of fantasy into the future, we are truly in a downward inflection point of US history.  


2120 takes on all of America’s enormous challenges with aplomb, and offers a cohesive vision of the future that addresses the underlying causes of mega-issues ranging from human hubris towards our environment, to parochial interests driving US politics. 2120 makes the flights of fantasy into the future seem all too real, as the audience vicariously lives the future through vibrantly developed and thoroughly believable characters who humanize experiences despite owing their origins to other galaxies.  


Strap on your intellectual seat belts and plan for a binge read through “2120” as it prepares for the 2020 election season and humanity’s challenges in the upcoming decade.

2120 by Aithal (The Galaxy Series, #4)



I am a huge fan of Aithal’s creative writing. This author is not afraid to blend his story, 2120 with events from the past. This has worked well in the previous books in the series and provided a personal platform for political, environmental and social views, but this time out, I began to wonder if the emotional negativity referred to in this tale has actually colored, disrupted and tainted the story being told.

I found quite a bit of repetition, as if the author lost his train of thought in the fiction portion, being so eager to make divisive statements regarding contemporary times, over and over. Regardless of my opinions, whether I agree or not, I do feel that perhaps a more balanced approach would have made a better fit.

I read fiction to escape into another world, I understand alluding to events the contemporary world can relate to, but, for me, this went too far for a fantasy read and along with the fiction repetitions, over and over, I was never able to fully connect with the actual story.

I was offered a fictional read to review honestly, not a personal tirade. As I stated, I may or may not agree with statements made, but my rating is based on the quality of the world building and story flow. That said, the strength this author has shown in previous books was seriously lacking and I miss it.

I received a complimentary copy from Aithal. This is my honest and voluntary review.

Too Good to be True by Carola Lovering


Too Good to Be True
by Carola Lovering

My rating: 4 stars

Publisher : St. Martin's Press (March 2, 2021)
Genre: Women's Psychological Suspense
Print Length : 352 pages
Available from: Amazon | Barnes & Noble

 

Skye Starling is overjoyed when her boyfriend, Burke Michaels, proposes after a whirlwind courtship. Though Skye seems to have the world at her fingertips—she’s smart, beautiful, and from a well-off family—she’s also battled crippling OCD ever since her mother’s death when she was eleven, and her romantic relationships have suffered as a result.


But now Burke—handsome, older, and more emotionally mature than any man she’s met before—says he wants her. Forever. Except, Burke isn’t who he claims to be. And interspersed letters to his therapist reveal the truth: he’s happily married, and using Skye for his own, deceptive ends.


In a third perspective, set thirty years earlier, a scrappy seventeen-year-old named Heather is determined to end things with Burke, a local bad boy. Inspired by the sophisticated mother of her babysitting charges, Heather vows to leave her impoverished hometown behind and make a better life for herself in New York City. But can her adolescent love stay firmly in her past—or will he find his way into her future?


On a collision course she doesn’t see coming, Skye throws herself into wedding planning, as Burke’s scheme grows ever more twisted. Meanwhile, three decades in the past, Heather’s longed-for transformation finally seems within reach. But of course, even the best laid plans can go astray. And just when you think you know where this story is going, you’ll discover that there’s more than one way to spin the truth.

Too Good to be True by Carola Lovering


We all know what “they” say about if something is too good to be true…Step inside Carola Lovering’s TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE and you decide if that old adage is true or not.

Told through multiple eyes, we get a glimpse of how “life” in this tale are perceived, kind of like “he said-she said…” but where does the truth lie? Is Burke the man he claims to be? What lay in his past? Do we ever truly know the people we love?

Carola Lovering starts out with a bang, hooks us in and takes us on a twisted journey of love, lies and manipulation, as well as revenge.

I received a complimentary ARC edition from St. Martin's Press! This is my honest and voluntary review.

Friday, September 25, 2020

Colson by Jessica Gadziala (The Henchmen, #20)


Colson
by Jessica Gadziala

My rating: 5 stars

Series: The Henchmen - Book 20
Expected Publication Date: September 25, 2020
Publisher: Jessica Gadziala

 

"The President is missing"

The club has known peace for so long.

Too long, it seemed.

And now the president is missing,

the supply chain is drying up,

and there are threats from within and out.

Colson should have had nothing else on his mind.

But then there she was.

The new neighbor.

A woman with her hands full of her own problems should have sent him running, but he just couldn't seem to stay away.

As pressure mounts for the club, Colson finds himself facing choices he hoped to never make

and a woman he hopes to never let go of...

Colson by Jessica Gadziala (The Henchmen, #20)


The president is missing
Loyalty. Love. Grit and a dark reality. Jessica Gadziala's COLSON has it all!

The Henchmen are back and they show a side that is both terrifying and heart-warming. Through all of the events, love comes when one least expects it and it is hot!

Jessica Gadziala makes Bad Boys show another side, the side of Good Men with hearts of flint and gold. (And I want one.)

I received a complimentary ARC edition from Jessica Gadziala!

The Vampire of the Prophecy by Victoria Jayne (The Prophecy Trilogy, #3)


The Vampire of the Prophecy
by Victoria Jayne

My rating: 4 stars

Trilogy: The Prophecy Trilogy - Book 3
Publication Date : September 30, 2020
Publisher: Victoria Jayne
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Print Length : 186 pages
Available from:  Amazon

 

A choice was made. Now it’s time to reap the rewards…or suffer the consequences…


It was all happening according to plan. Rori chose power over love, and as a result, put himself in the running to be the next emperor of all vampires. Then someone threatened to expose his witch (along with all other paranormal creatures) to humans…unless he gave up his claim to the throne, that is.

That’s when everything fell apart.

The Council has no idea what Rori did to keep Divina safe, and if they find out, the consequences will be deadly. It’ll take all his power, connections, and the help of his loyal guard to protect everyone and everything he holds dear.

But with time running out and enemies circling, can Rori survive long enough to complete the prophecy and maybe—just maybe—get a second chance at true love while he’s at it?
The Vampire of the Prophecy by Victoria Jayne
(The Prophecy Trilogy, #3)

Rori has now put himself in position to be the emperor of all vampires, although it came at a cost. Has he chosen correctly? Has he become too full of himself or will a threat to Divina and all paranormal kind help him to prioritize what is truly important in life? Can he keep his power and save the witch? Everyone wants their cake, but to eat it, too…

THE VAMPIRE OF THE PROPHECY by Victoria Jayne could be my favorite of the series! Characters show another side to themselves, danger lurks behind the power and the threats are real. Ms. Jayne has provided just enough darkness, the right amount of twists around each corner and a whole lot of finagling to bring this one home in style! Prepare to be riveted to each page, to be kept guessing and to feel the tension throughout!

Definitely check out this trilogy! Victoria Jayne has a story to tell and she does it with style!

I received a complimentary ARC edition from Victoria Jayne! This is my honest and voluntary review.




Fanged Love by Kylie Gilmore & Mimi Jean Pamfiloff


Fanged Love
by Kylie Gilmore & Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

My rating: 5 stars

Publisher : Paper & Silver, Inc. (October 1, 2020)
Genre: Paranormal Romantic Comedy
Print Length : 210 pages
Available from:  Amazon

 

WANTED: MODERN WOMAN WHO APPRECIATES TRADITIONAL COURTSHIP WITH FANGS.

Greetings. My name is Prince Bozhidar, and I am an eight-hundred-year-old vampire.

Correction.

I am an eight-hundred-year-old, virile, confident, and very sexy vampire—so I’m told. I have wealth, looks, and everything an immortal man could ever want.

Well, except love. But no matter. I am not a one-neck sort of man.

Yet the virginal woman across the road sets my senses afire. And she needs my help with her family’s failing winery. My own is quite successful.

My honor demands I help this enchanting female, and when I do, my heart begins beating anew. She is my mate. Strangely, my gifts of seduction do not seem to work on her.

Perhaps I need to fit in with modern dating customs to win this modern woman.

And then there’s the small matter that she doesn’t believe in vampires.

There is no fighting destiny, sweet Stella. You will be mine.

Fanged Love by Kylie Gilmore & Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Warning: If you are looking for something dark and haunting...turn back now because it ain't here, babe!

In a word or two, hilariously quirky! In a few more words, silly, sexy and over-the-top cheesy in the best way!

FANGED LOVE by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff and Kylie Gilmore puts an all-out assault on your funny bone. Prepare to want to roll your eyes, fan yourself and laugh out loud. A fun read that reads like a dog doing “zoomies” around the yard!

I received a complimentary ARC edition from Mimi Jean Pamfiloff! This is my honest and voluntary review.